Folks, Beastly and I are off to Anchorage for the morning.
I have to deliver a load of finished products to a customer and we need to run by the base commissary and pick up some groceries. As such, I'll be off-line for a while.
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Two things:
1) I fully intend to post regarding gay marriage, as requested, but it'll probably be this weekend.
2) The Phoenix Mars Lander appears to have found ice just below the surface of Mars' North Polar Region. Ice. Actual fucking water ice. And that my friends is just so cool I can hardly contain myself. Water is everything, everything. Sustenance, fuel, working fluid, and universal solvent. If there is ice, and it appears that there is and in sufficient quantities, then there is no reason whatsoever why we can't plant a permanent colony on Mars right now. Why should we go all the way to Mars? Because we can and for no other reason. And yes, you may expect a post on this very subject in the very near future.
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Question: Are there topics you'd like to see me talk about? If so, what the hell are they?
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Back in a couple of hours.
Friday, June 20, 2008
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I'd really like to hear about socks.
ReplyDeleteOr lizards as pets.
Or the proper way to roast a marshmallow.
Or the effects of anti-bacterial soap on a septic system. (I could be a reference here...)
Or possibly the Jim Wright version of, "Books you must read right now or your life will not be complete."
Or maybe fish lips.
Ooh! Books! Talk about books!
ReplyDeleteAnd Shawn, anti-bacterial soap is bad for so MANY reasons. It is EVIL and should never be used.
If for no other reason than because it makes me all ranty.
Hey Jim, Read the first paragraph of today's post. That was you I was talking about (among a few others).
ReplyDeleteTapeworms and/or other internal parasites.
ReplyDelete:-P
I saw that Eric.
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you have seen the error of your ways, and are not promoting Me in my Vermificent Wisdom.
You want me to talk about phone companies? Why would I talk about phone companies and regulatory stuff and all that when I can post about shoes? ;)
ReplyDeleteSo, books about tapeworm usage of antibacterial soap is what I'm getting here.
ReplyDeleteOaky doaky.
And socks. Don't forget the socks.
ReplyDeleteSocks for tapeworms!
ReplyDeleteUrk!
ReplyDeleteSee, that's where they hide, in your socks. Waiting in ambush, like a stealthy noodle. Waiting, hiding in the dark warmth of your sock drawer. Then when you, unsuspecting, slip on your sock - they pounce. Boring through the skin in an instant, and secreting an acid-like nerve-deadening toxin, a single thirty-foot adult tapeworm can gnaw it's way up your leg and into your lower intestine without you even noticing it. Once lodged in your GI tract, a tapeworm will use a special neural probe to take over your brain and force you to eat Cheetos and Pop Tarts and listen to Anne Coulter books on tape.
Such is the life cycle of the Tapeworm.
Or so I've been told.
Jim, you have the making of some great apocalyptic scifi there: "The Day the Tapeworms Ate New York"
ReplyDeleteWe resent such slander!
ReplyDeleteWe do Not Like that Coulter creature.
And Cheetoes are the work of the Devil. That shade of our was not created by Us.
Hmmm, I detect a distinct West Virginian drawl in that tapeworm's speech, me thinks I'm safe from tapeworm wrath up here in Alaska.
ReplyDeletePay no mind to that man behind the curtain!
ReplyDelete